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Friday, 28 February 2014

The old man

The old man
on the seashore 
the depth of life.

The sea-gulls
Above, pouncing down
On the tit-bits like
ever- famished street
urchins rummaging
inside the garbage tins.

And the dashing
Cadillacs and Yamahas
by the score
And people
In Levi’s and halters,
passing never
a glance
no time.

The old man
Walks back towards his
rented room,
a rented life
faint ears,straining
feeble force forcing,
least they miss
the welcome nock from
the endless horizon?

From the horizon
the albatross spans
its wings across
the dying sun.

Momently darkness
On the shores
Of life
before the twilight
stars predict
a fresh sunny
dawn of gloom.

Friday, 21 February 2014

Forlorn Bee

A Solitary rose stood aloof
In a garden of gorgeous
Bloom, in ostentatious extravaganza
The crimson rose, clad in
A veil of unspoken despondency
The dew-drops on its petals
Spoke of its agony

The forlorn bee sat clumsily
On the branch of a deciduous shrub
Segregated from the evergreens
A passionate desire to
Drink up the bitter nectar
Of gloom and share the grief
Of the rose, brought it down

With a soft hum, mumbled
The bee, “What ails you?”
Eager to conceal its ailment
The solitary rose remained silent
The dejected bee flew back
With indifference to the neglect
Which was it’s lot.

Friday, 14 February 2014

Oh! Dreams

I know you so well
That often amidst you
I forget myself.

When as reality
Failure approaches
You make me climb
to a success peak.

I am with you
So often
That devoid of you
My day’s incomplete.

As came a people
Troubling my peace
In my heart
You stayed, to please.

I gave you
So much
That I regret
It’s memory.

When realization came
The mist you created
Drove its away
To a barren land
Where helpless I lay
returning  from you.

I hate you
You squeezed me off
My self-respect.

No efforts I raised
No life I’d make
In your midst
I lost myself.

Monday, 3 February 2014

Spring Again

Spring time
Soft breeze
Leaves whisper
Birds chirp  
Bees hum
Clouds sing
Weaves dance
Flowers smile
Children laugh.

And I, I try 
With misty eyes
To force my lips 
to express some joy.

But I fail
Fail miserably 
For it matters no more.

All are the same
It's the same 
Throughout the year.
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